Everleigh Dad Cause Of Death Novels & Stories

... The staff member fumed, picking up the walkie-talkie and reporting the situation to his superior. Soon, the person in charge arrived, confirming the death certificate with a careful glance. The official seal was intact, and Evelyn had even signed and pressed her thumbprint before the incineration. I staggered to my feet and crawled to Evelyn's side, grabbing her arm in confusion. "Grandma, what do you mean by my dad is not dead?" His hand cracked on my face. "It's all your fault. You ruined everything!"

“There’s something on your mind, isn’t there? Something you haven’t told us yet.” She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to say anything earlier. Not with everyone around. But... I can’t shake the feeling that my husband’s death wasn’t... natural.” Logan’s brows furrowed, and I felt my stomach tighten. “What do you mean?” I asked. Evelyn looked at us, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “The doctors said it was a heart attack, but my husband was healthy. He had regular check-ups and a good diet—he wasn’t the type to ignore his health. It just doesn’t add up.”

Would you die if you didn't have his thing in your body the entire time? "I was the one spending money on your dad's treatment, but you were having fun rolling in the sheets with some other bastard in the meantime! Your dad deserved to die! He was nothing but a liability! He brought the sickness to us! He's the main reason why my dad now has a heart condition!" I only understood now why Evelyn seemed to hate me so much and kept framing me for no reason. As it turned out, Dean had been her first love! However, it was too late now.

Her hand clutched the blanket, and her knuckles turned white. “I didn’t want to tell you until I had something concrete,” I added, gentler now. “But the truth is, Eloise… there’s a chance your father didn’t just die. He might have been murdered” A soft gasp escaped her lips. “No.” She shook her head slowly. “No, he was stressed. He had heart issues for years. It was the pressure. Museum. “I thought so too,” I said. “But the investigator I hired? She doesn’t think it was natural. And neither do the police now.”

Sana asked. "Yes, tell me who she is? Why does that guy Theodore want to kill me." I asked. "Evelyn was our real daughter." Mom said. "What? Where is she now?" I asked. "Far away." Dad said with tears. " Tell me clearly, dad." " Evelyn was our daughter, and she died 4 years back. At that night we were at that beach because I promised my daughter to bring her on the beach on her birthday but she died before that. Ravenna and I went their to keep our words. Then we found you there, gave you her identity. It felt like we got our Evelyn back. But now you know the truth, you would leave us and we will be alone." Dad said with tears.

She took a pull on the cigarette and inhaled hard. What did that stupid Seer say to her? "How so?" "I can't be with the only guy I have ever liked because as it turns out like always, I don't have any luck left. It turns out that Charles Williams was the architect of our fathers murder." Say what now? She must have heard wrong. Dad died of natural causes. Even mama said she knew it was going to happen eventually, by how he was training his last days. "It was a heart attack. He had too much adrenaline in his body, and he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his body too hard. It wasn't a murder, it can't be." Now I sounded like a person who was in denial.

I cried harder, shaking my head from side to side, I didn't want to accept it, "Why are you taking it out on me? What have I done in all of this? You murdered them, you're a murderer! You killed my parents! You're the reason—" "Your father killed my mother, Evangeline..." I stilled, my lips slightly parted. I blinked to clear my vision, "What?" "Your father, Elijah killed my mother. She was innocent in all of this, he injected her with a blood-poisoning bacteria that turned into Sepsis. She was in pain, she cried for so many nights straight; she couldn't breathe. Your father was waiting for her to die, he granted her the most painful and prolonged death. He was waiting for the day, she'd tak

They are all dead! Elisa White took her chopsticks and said, "dead, dead? Why dead?" "My father died in a car accident. Grandpa knew that my father's post cerebral hemorrhage rescue was ineffective and died. My mother committed suicide."Tyler Walter said this paragraph in an unusually calm voice. By this time, it was dark. The light outside the yard hit Tyler Walter's face, showing a somewhat strange feeling. Elisa White felt chilly behind and put down her chopsticks. "Tyler Walter, it's getting late. I'll go back first and see you tomorrow."

The room was silent for a long moment, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Finally, Evelyn let out a low sigh, shaking her head. “You always were a stubborn one,” she said, her tone laced with irritation. “Fine. You want the truth? Here it is. Your father’s death wasn’t an accident. But it wasn’t me who killed him. I know who did it.” I felt my breath catch in my throat. “What are you saying?”

I stopped. Realized what I'd said. "What?" She said it again. Quieter this time. Like she hadn't heard right. "Evelyn—" "No." She shook her head. "No, you didn't just say—Dad's not—" "Evelyn, listen—" "He's not dead." She kept shaking her head. "He's with you. He left with you. He's—" "He died years ago." She stared at me. Just stared. Her mouth moved but nothing came out.